An Unexpected Little Thief
Hm?
The Young Scholar looked up, sensing something.
The next second, he met a pair of dark, shadowy eyes.
His heart skipped a beat.
Then the Young Scholar realized they belonged to that little black Little Guy.
He was a little surprised.
Such a tiny thing, almost like a mouse...
Because the other was so small, once his initial fright had passed, the Young Scholar no longer felt much fear.
He was a scholar, sure.
But he had also grown up in the mountains.
Ordinary snakes, insects, and centipedes could hardly frighten him.
It was just...
The look in this little thing's eyes...
For some reason, it made him feel uneasy.
The Young Scholar shook his head.
Why was he being so timid?
Something this small...
What was there to be afraid of?
Maybe he had read so much that his eyes were playing tricks on him.
The Young Scholar looked at the steamed bun in his hand.
"This is mine."
The Young Scholar looked at the little black Little Guy.
"My sister-in-law made this bun for me."
"Have you been the one making the buns disappear from our house these past few times?"
The Young Scholar was rather surprised.
His older brother, sister-in-law, and he had all thought a thief had broken into their home.
Though he couldn't understand why a thief would keep stealing buns from people's homes every day...
And be so good at it, too.
His brother and sister-in-law hadn't found a single clue.
His older brother had even gone out of his way to buy a dog in the village to catch the thief...
But they still came up empty-handed.
So it turned out...
The thief they'd imagined...
Was this little thing right in front of him.
No wonder